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State & Occupation has been on my mind lately, and in my quest for a little inspo to get back at it I went browing through my drafts and found a small collection of unfinished, unpolished and unposted bits of writing from the last couple of years. I’m sharing their unedited selves below if you’d like to take a read.

February 14, 2015
You haven’t spent a Valentines Day alone in 5 years and today marks the 6th. You don’t feel lonely much. You are lucky, probably one of the luckiest people you know. You’re sure of this because one time you went on a spinning ride at the local fair and after entire contents of your purse spilled out below you, a stranger walked up holding your only set of car keys. You found someone who says things like “I love your big feet”. You were born with a level of confidence in yourself you’re sure is rare, even if it doesn’t always extend in to the important things like body image.

December 24, 2015Emmy Lou the cheerful pom joined our family this summer after my Papa died. He was living in a tiny old apartment and she was the only one with him in the room after he passed. I thought having her move in would be a constant reminder of sadness, but she has brought so much light into our home. Just a month before this, my Grandpa passed away as well. My dad had been up visiting just a couple weeks prior and asked my Grandpa if he had any special requests to add the the grocery list. My Grandpa requested donuts, so my Dad complied and picked up a box of glazed donuts. When he brought all the groceries in, the donuts fell out and were left in the vehicle. I cried a lot in the days that followed because I couldn’t grasp the fact that my Grandpa would never feel the sun again, and that he didn’t get his donuts.

January 20, 2016
I take great pleasure in making friends with my cab drivers. A few months ago I opened the door on a mission to make it to a Mexican bar when I recognized the man driving as my latest favourite cab driver!
“It’s you! I’m so happy to see you, do you remember me?” I asked as I got in while my crew buckled themselves into the backseat.
“Of course I remember you!” he answered smiling. “We drove all over. We drove your friends home, and then I dropped you off at your ex-boyfriends!”
I gasped and screamed and explained to him the life ruining dangers of mixing up the details.
“No no no no no, you dropped me off at my CURRENT boyfriends house, Alan. Never say that again. That could be life-ruining. Do you have an aux cord?”

PS– I have a few things planned for new posts in the coming weeks.
Thank you as always for your eyes. xo
[images via: left, middle, right]

Top Left: This photo reminds me so much of one that’s stuck up on our fridge at home. It’s of me when I was 5, in orange pants and a colourful sweater holding our black cat like Rafiki held Simba over pride rock. I’ve been feeling nostalgic lately. Nostalgic for the good, but oddly enough, nostalgic for the bad. Not that I’m sentimentally remembering feelings of misery, but my brain has been living in the past a little- from childhood memories that make my heart ache to reliving the happy times in friendships that have imploded. As always when I touch on negativity here, I feel the urge to apologize for it, minimize it and top it with colourful sprinkles of ‘but here’s the good news!’ But aren’t some of the greatest bits of writing a little bit miserable? I’m intentionally reading The Fault in our Stars knowing it’s going to rip out my heart by the last page. Negativity shouldn’t always be muted. As my boy Ernest Hemingway said, “Write hard and clear about what hurts.” Okay Ernest, I will. But only sometimes.

Top Right: I’m imagining presenting a bouquet of these pom-pom branches for the host of the party at every occasion. Blue and pink for a baby shower, multicoloured for a birthday, black and orange for halloween- the possibilities are endless! (10 more pom-pom crafts, here!)

Bottom Left: Can you imagine cruisin’ around on this beautiful shiny thing!? It’s almost too pretty to ride. Almost.

Bottom Right: This photo was titled Weirdo Wonderland. I like that. There is no better feeling than meeting someone who totally matches your level of weird. The frilly-pink-floral-ness of the Weirdos contrasting against the cold concrete is so pleasing for my eyeballs.

PS- What an October. This month I will be published four times,
twice for the first time in new publications! I’m proud and tired and nervous and excited.
Last night I realized I was featured on Ban.do‘s blog and nearly had a hot
flash over it (I’m obsessed with Jen Gotch– the founder).
A weekend giggle for ya here, and a really really great reminder here.